"Something is right." Even with the unearthly rasping and inexplicable reverb on his voice while transformed, it would be hard to miss the bitterness in his tone. Danny let the transformation drop and just like that he was back to normal. His clothes weren't singed, he wasn't bedecked in spiked accessories, he looked perfectly normal. Well, as normal as one could look in his not so pleasant condition.
He flopped into a seat at the table again, his lasagna either forgotten or abandoned. "So that's my thing. I'm a walking, talking Halloween decoration." Some people, Danny knew, looked at their powers as a gift. Not him. Never him. He'd never asked for this, never wanted it, and had spent most of his time since getting them looking for a way to get rid of them. It had ruined his life and if they weren't pretty much the only things he had left, he would have been glad to be rid of them.
He didn't ask about her thing. She'd tell him if she wanted, and if she didn't, he wasn't going to pry. Another thing Danny knew was that for some people, powers were a fairly private thing. When you worked with people in masks and costumes, privacy became kind of a big issue. One of the first things he'd learned was to never ask a costumed hero what they're real names were, and how they got their powers was also a tricky thing to bring up with those who weren't known publicly. Instead, he asked, "So where you from?"